Stupid officemate offers to let two outside people use our conference room for a meeting. But of course, she’s not here. Bossman left for his meetings, so I’m the only one here. I am desperate to go home on my lunch hour and take a cat nap. But these two guys are still here so I’m stuck because I don’t think bossman would like it if I left them here alone.
Thanks, dumbass officemate. It’d be nice if you’d consider the impact of the stoopid shit you do, but you never ever do.
There is a former student in my life that I could write reams about. My parents took her in because her home life was so sucky and ended up fostering her for three years before they turned her over to the Child Protection Agency they were so worn out.
She’s been diagnosed bi-polar, PTSD, acute anxiety, chronic anxiety, and schizoid disorder. She is a mess of problems. The worst is that for all she appears normal, she barely functions in the grown up world. As a sixteen year old foster child, she decided she didn’t want to have to do what her foster parents told her, so she petitioned for early emancipation, and thereby lost all the benefits (free medical care, free psychiatric care, free tuition, free bus passes, etc.) she’d previously had. She spent two years sleeping on friends’ couches and wearing out both welcomes and friendships.
She got married at eighteen, and her husband joined the Army. Then, oops, she got pregnant, but that was okay, because it would bring her and her husband closer together. Right. Except for the part where any time she’s angry at someone, she posts how much she hates them on FB. She wants to leave her husband, take the baby, and go live with a friend in Texas, a hundred miles from any city.
She’s never held down a job longer than three months. She can’t get a job now. She doesn’t take her medications regularly, and when I asked her how the baby was doing, I got “oh, he’s fine.”
What first time mom with a five month old baby actually says “oh, he’s fine” instead of regaling me with tales of food, poopies, smiles, laughs, sleeping, and other amazing baby tricks?
My parents are terrified that she’s going to show up on their doorstep, baby in arm, and expect to be taken back in again. She is a perpetual motion drama machine, and while I held out hope for several years that she would mature and get better, that just isn’t going to happen. There is nothing I can do to make things better, just watch the wreckage from the sideline. sigh
Fuck Cancer. This is in mini-rants as we don’t know if it really is cancer yet. So for now, fuck it all.
My wife has some symptoms of colon cancer. We are starting the process of investigation and tests, etc. to determine if she actually does have it. However, that will take a few weeks of prep, tests, scheduling, etc. In the meantime we both work and deal with it in our own ways (She looks at the percentages and chances of this being something benign like polyps or internal hemorrhoids, I block all thoughts out through distraction at work).
Then I get hit with waves of fear and concern and wondering how to raise our kids alone if we hit the other side of the scale.
Yo, mods!
This is why I didn’t start a mini-rants thread, or a pit thread. I don’t really care to help start board drama.
Jeep, can you put a surveillance camera on the fence, should he decide to do something stupid to it? Even the thought of someone wrecking a fence that you spent money to put up on your own property is enraging me - keep your goddamned hands off mah fence! (I am very territorial though, I’ll freely admit that.)
hobo 
Yay!!! They’re gone! I hope I get all the way home before I fall asleep!!!
The non-stop and loud chatter of my coworkers is making my stabby. May I borrow the venomous acid-spitting chipmunks, Skald?
Two words: Explosive Diarrhea. And this is after I spent a good part of last night vomiting.
I’m hungry but too afraid to eat anything.
Serious intestinal distress last night and this morning. Enough to call in sick this morning. Of course, now I’m feeling well enough to go into work this afternoon but not well enough not to be super cranky while there.
Awesome.
I just got back from grabbing coffee with a colleague, and the topic of some reality show called “Pawn Stars” came up. This sent me into a heretofore unexpected rant against “unscripted” reality programming - seriously, a couple of the girls at Peet’s looked pretty taken aback, such was the swiftness of my fury.
I guess I hadn’t realized the depths of my hatred for reality shows - but something broke inside me today, and I now realize that I hate, hate, hate them. The mere existence of a show centered around a fucking pawn shop infuriates me almost as much as a show centered around a bunch of orange East Coast douchebags - you know, like Donald Trump, or those Jersey Shore morons.
Sure, it’s a petty thing to get upset about, and my anger could be more constructively directed elsewhere. But it’s what is pissing me off today.
My 2nd period Economics class. Buncha whiney little…
I love my other classes of seniors, but this one period is seriously getting on my nerves. More to the point, a couple of students in the class. The really annoying thing is that the key miscreants are holding down class averages in the high 90s. They aren’t worth the paperwork of nuking, so I’ll just have to deal with them in my own sweet way.
(We really need an Evil Grin smiley.)
Hmmmm. Note to self: do not eat with either lezlers or southpaw.
AMEN! If it has to keep snowing, then STOP teasing us with all of the thaw, spring greens and that stuff, just snow until you’re done okay? No on again off again spring!
That’s my (lack of a) life you’re talking about, bub. And no, I am not 17, nor do I wear bangs or eye shadow.
I was, however, described as an “angry retard” by someone on the Snackpit not long ago, a description that, at times, I agree with. I’d rather be angry than whiny, and I think I’d sooner be a retard than an emo.
Huh? His post didn’t seem whinier than any of the other complaints/mini rants mentioned.
Jesus, lady, I know these people work in your lab and are technically your underlings, but they are also fully adult scientists with Ph.D.s and everything. If they’re chatting in Chinese, let them.
Why? Because:
[ul]It’s obvious that they’re just gossiping about last night’s T.V. show or something. If they were talking about science, you’d be hearing all the science jargon, which is in English anyways.
Your condescending little “Your English won’t get better if you don’t practice” snarks make me want to punch you, particularly since they all speak pretty excellent English.
If you hire every single person in your lab from China, what language did you expect them to speak?
It’s really very relaxing for me to have their idle chit-chat be incomprehensible and non-distracting.
When they have something they think you or I need to hear, they switch over to English, because, ya know, they’re not morons.[/ul]
Also, if you come over looking to me to support you again, I’m going to tell you all of this to your face.
Dude, no doubt. Of course, upon coming in this afternoon I have learned that two more employees are pregnant. That would make 6 over the past 12 months. Since there is obviously something in the water, maybe it’s not food poisoning… :eek:
Note to self: absolutely do not eat with southpaw or lezlers.
{shudder} I’m sticking with food poisoning.